Cop-killer
by Hank heynow50000@yahoo.com
Melissa, psychotic fitness-girl, takes on the law enforcement community



The cop had been found beaten to death.  And he'd been beaten bad - broken
legs, broken arms, cracked ribs, a bruised and bloodied face and torso.
He'd been found naked and disarmed, left in an alleyway.  Other cops in the
division were set on catching the perps - it was felt it must be some bad-
ass gang, to smash up a cop.   The cop had been on community duty, doing
door-to-door, meeting the neighbourhood. One morning a package, a
videotape, arrived at the precinct, the note with it purported to be from
the killer.   The investigating officers - Murray and Johnson - sat in the
squad room and watched the tape.

It opened in a cheap looking apartment, in the lounge.   It appeared that
the camera was on a tripod.   The shot-angle then changed once - and then
twice.  It was obvious that there were a number of cameras set up - and
that whomever had made the tape was a pretty good film-editor.   Then into
shot walked a woman.   She was spectacular - both Murray and Johnson say up
in their chairs.   Blonde, about 6'2", and athletic.   She was wearing a
work-out outfit - tight, black shorts;  a sports bra that showed off some
spectacular abs - a complete six-pack, bronzed and glistening, like
cobblestones. Her arms were toned, well-muscled.   Her legs, long and
voluptuous, were sinewy and strong.   She was wearing a pair of boxer's
training boots, also black, laced up the front.   Her face, beautiful and
with high-cheek bones, was lightly made up.   Her long blonde hair was
pulled back tight into a pony-tail.  She looked fit, confident - and
dangerous.   There was a definite graceful, feline menace with the way she
moved towards the camera.   She smiled sweetly into the camera.


"Well hi there boys.   Do keep watching - this show is gonna be real fun."
 With that she blew a kiss to the camera - then set up a heavy boxing bag
square in the face of the camera.  She began to work out on the bag - she
was a martial artist, clearly.   The cops grew uncomfortable watching this
- that such a sexy, sexy girl could do such damage to this heavy bag with
an impressive array of high kicks, punching and knee combos, didn't make
them feel too 'ordinary'.  And all the while it was apparent that she knew
she was on camera - she would look occasionally at the camera while hitting
the shit out of the bag, smile sexily and lick her lips, then keep up the
work.   She was good.  The door bell went.   She stopped on the bag -
smiled broadly and stepped up to the camera.


"So here's where it starts - remember, keep watching - I'm sure you'll get
as much of a kick out of this as I did."


She sprang over to the door - the camera angles changing subtly to keep the
viewers with the action.  She opened the door - standing there was a cop -
THE cop, the dead cop.  Murray and Johnson sat forward in their chairs -
what was about to happen, they wondered.   Back in the film, she smiled at
him sweetly.


"Oh good morning officer - sorry, is there a problem?"

"Not at all miss."

"It's just that I thought maybe I was making too much noise - I was working
out."

"No - just doing some neighbourhood visits to advise on personal security.
 There's been a spate of assaults around here - particularly nasty ones,
men found beaten to death.   We're worried that the assailant, well that he
might start on women next."

"Well, won't you please come in - I do feel that I need some advice on
protecting myself."


The cop walked in - he was young, and big - but it looked like it was flab
as opposed to muscle.   His gun belt rode on his fleshy hips.   He looked
around the room - and saw the punch bag


"Oh - do you box?"

She smiled seductively - and ran her finger over the heavily-pummelled bag.

"Oh - I box, a few other things as well.  My name is Melissa.  What's your
name officer?"

The cop shuffled a little uneasily - and blushed as this amazingly fit girl
flirted with him.

"I'm-I'm-I'm Officer Howard."

"And do you box, Officer Howard?"

"A bit - I mean, I used to..at the academy."

She stood in front of him - and began to work on cricks in her gorgeous
arms and full shoulders.   Although he was big, she was about three inches
taller - and looked stronger, more menacing.  All the while she was holding
his gaze with her deep blue eyes.  Officer Howard looked her up and down -
unconsciously.  She smiled at him.

"Oh - you like what you see do you, Officer Howard?"  She beamed at him,
her eyes sparkling.   He giggled nervously.

"Sorry, no - I mean yes - I mean - you look like you really worked up a
sweat on that bag."

"Oh yeah - I love working out on the bag - in fact, there's only one thing
I like more than working out on the bag."   She left this hanging in mid-
air.

"And what's that?" he asked hoarsely.

"I like to work out on men."   She ran her finger down his chest and
stomach and towards the buckle of his gun belt.   He gulped.

"Do you know something, Officer Howard?   I'd really like to spar with you
- you look pretty fit.   And you're a trained law officer - you'd be a real
challenge.   What do you say?"   She smiled at him, continuing to stroke
his body.

"Well, I don't know."he hesitated.

"Oh come on - this room is big enough.   I'll wear my work-out kit, you
wear your uniform - it's sexier that way."

"Sexier?"

"Yeah - I really like big men in uniforms.    Just take off your belt and
we'll.get started."   Melissa looked suggestively towards the bedroom -
Officer Howard got the message.   He quickly took off his gun belt and
placed it in the corner of the room while Melissa cleared away the
punchbag.   They faced each other - she circled him slowly.   She drew her
hands up in a boxer's stance.   Officer Howard looked uncomfortable - he'd
perhaps expected a bit of 'wrestling', but not this.

"Come on, put up your dukes."

He also adopted a boxing stance - and began to shadow her movements.  She
threw a slow punch at his head - he dodged uncertainly.   She moved a
little more quickly now, a little more light on her feet.  He tried to keep
up, but began to puff slightly - and a few beads of perspiration began to
appear.  She threw another slow punch - again he dodged.

"Come on Officer Howard, throw a punch at me."  She smiled at him.

"I can't - I mean, I don't want to hurt you."

She giggled.

"Oh don't worry, you won't be hurting me.   Come on."

He looked unsure - then she did something completely unexpected.   She
sissy-slapped him.   It was a hard blow - his head flew to the side.   He
looked shocked - she laughed.

"Come on - try to hit me."

He still didn't move - so she slapped him again.   And again - and again.

"Now Officer Howard - you're not really trying.    Come at me - or I'll
slap you again."

She now back-hand slapped him.   At this moment his temper got the better
of him - and he threw a punch at her head.  Melissa reacted with lightning
speed, ducking under his roundhouse and delivered a combination of swift
blows - one to his side, a second almost simultaneously to his gut and then
an upper-cut to the chin - the earlier slowness of pace of her punches
suddenly disappearing.  He staggered backwards and lent against the wall,
wheezing.  She clapped her hands together - and jogged from foot to foot.

"Come on Officer Howard, back to it."

"Miss," he coughed some blood speckled phleghm from his mouth, "I think
this has gone far enough."

She laughed - and adopted a martial arts stance - then delivered a
roundhouse kick against an imaginary opponent - if the opponent had been
7'2", her foot would still have smacked square into his jaw.

"But Officer Howard, we've only just started."

He moved towards the door - she sprang at him.   She spun round on her foot
and delivered a kick to his face - a loud slap sounding when her booted
foot hit his fleshy jaw.   He fell backwards.   She then followed up -
jumping on him, holding him up with one hand while punching him repeatedly
in the face with the other - her biceps now flexing dangerously.  She
dropped him to the floor.

"Now now, Officer Howard.   Is that the best you've got?"  She strode
sexily over to the corner where his gunbelt lay.   His eyes followed her as
she drew his pistol.   She looked at it - then at him - and smirked.   She
withdrew the magazine - and threw it into a far corner of the room.  She
then drew the nightstick and tossed it over to him.

"I won't need a weapon to do what I have to do - but I think you're going
to need that."

She strode back to him - towering over him.   She lent down - and gave him
a hand up.  He held the nightstick at his side.   Again, she took a
fighting pose.   She smiled at him - and then did a double bicep flex in
his face.

"Let's go, fat boy."  Her tone was now completely different - menacing,
cold, contemptuous.

He looked shocked - as though he now realised that he had a real fight on
his hands.   He swung at her with the stick.   She dodged under it and rose
her leg into his gut.  He wheezed as she grabbed his arm and twisted it
round - he seemed incapable of facing down her superior strength and
physique.   The nightstick fell from his hand.   She then elbowed him in
the face, and then delivered a headbutt.   He fell onto the floor again.
She picked up the stick and smacked him in the face with it.  She went to
repeat the move - but stopped.

"No - that's no real fun.  Here, watch this."

Walked over to a part of the room where two metal tables were near to each
other.  She moved them slightly apart - and then placed the stick over the
gap.  She drew a breath, clenched her right hand into a fist - and hit the
stick.   The stick - made of reinforced metal and plastic - split into two
pieces.   She let out a massive 'HIYAAH' as she did this.

"I'm afraid that this room is heavily soundproofed, so no-one will have
heard that.  I had to have it soundproofed so I could bring those men back
here in order to kill them."

Officer Howard stood shakily - now quite believing what he'd heard.

"Yes - I killed them, with my bare hands, with my body - just like I'm
killing you now.   They all thought they could have me - whereas they had
no idea what they were dealing with.    You see, I've been training as a
fighter since I was a small child.   I hold a 3rd-dan black belt in karate,
and black belts in tae-kwon-do , kick boxing and judo.   I've also trained
for years as a gymnast, a ballerina and as a cheer-leader.   So you see -
my body is a finely honed, steely weapon.   Whereas yours, Officer Howard,
is frankly a joke.   And do you know what - I'm recording all this onto
videotape." She looked at the camera.   "Yeah - he's big, but it's all flab
-he must have a good sixty pounds on me, even though I'm about 3 inches
taller than him - but I'm all muscle - I'm only 3% bodyfat, you know?"

She leant down - and pulled him up.   He looked woosy, like he couldn't
take much more of this.  She prodded him in the stomach.

"Mmmm - nice and soft.   You know what I like to do to nice big, squidgy,
soft stomachs?  I like to punch them."

With that she punched him in the gut - a real hard punch.   He doubled over
- and dry heaved his breakfast onto the floor.  She laughed - and ran her
fingers over her own tight, firm, muscular, washboard abs.

"And there go the doughnuts."

He lay on the floor, wheezing and murmuring.

"What's that, hon?" she asked.

"I said please stop - I can't take any more of this."

"What?  After just the warm-up?  They don't train you very well, do they?
Come on - on your feet."

She pulled him up.  He saw his chance - and punched her in the stomach.
She didn't move - he pulled his hand back and howled with pain.

"Bit better than your disgusting flab, eh?   I'm very proud of my six-pack
- I do four thousand sit-ups a day."

She then clotheslined him, knocking him unconscious.  She easily picked him
up in her arms and carried him, like a baby, to a long metal table.  She
laid him down.  She looked over at the camera.

"Now we really go to work on Officer Howard."

She began to flex her by now pumped up arms.   Centring herself, she
delivered a blow to one of his legs - the sickening sound of cracking bones
demonstrated that she had just broken a man's leg with a single blow.
Officer Howard came round, screaming.  She grabbed his arm out at full
stretch - and levelled a crooked elbow above it.

"No - please.."he pleaded.

"Sorry."

She came down on the arm - another clean break.  He now passed out with the
pain.  She slapped him in the face, bringing him round.  She then dragged
him off the table and threw him onto the floor, his broken limbs lying
useless by his side.

"Time to get cracking on those well-covered ribs."

She half pulled him up by his collar - and then clenched his upper body
between her thighs.  And then she started to squeeze.  The muscles in her
legs - especially in her thighs - began to pump up.  Officer Howard
screamed with pain.

"Pretty buff, huh?   That's all thanks to the gymnastics and ballet
training.   I've crushed rocks between my legs."

Audible on the tape was the sound of the bones of his ribcage cracking.

"There goes one rib...and there goes another."  She grinned with pleasure.

She dropped his body to the floor - then leant down and held his head
gently in her hands - before sharply jolting it.  The snap was audible.

"That was getting boring - so now I've got one fat, dead cop on my hands."
She looked at the camera.

"But there'll be more before I'm finished - I promise..."